Invator {3}

[Intro 3] Lock the ups and downs, the desire to stop, trapped on all sides of the palace wall, listening to the flow of the market, fighting for the bloody rain, looking at the fragrant girl against the sky.

The sky is slowly getting dark, and you can see the falling flowers outside through the curtain. Everything is as blurry as in the smoke. With the rare gust of wind coming from afar, it blew louder and louder, like a surging tide, which almost drowned the nerves of the new emperor.

"When you rule the world, I will personally hold Feng Guanxia in front of you and let you be my queen..."

She wears a big red silk satin, embroidered with vivid clouds and smoke on her skirt, and wears a light veil in her arms, as if she can't hold on the clouds, and it seems that the dragon is rising and the phoenix dance is hovering.

Tonight's moonlight is very light, but it reflects her snow-white and slightly powdered face. He suppressed his fear of losing her, and went back to many years ago in a trance, the little Gong'e standing in the middle of the petals chanting "Chun Si"...

Her long sleeves were thrown over, and the clusters of petals were mixed with a few wisps of strange fragrance, which rose one after another and slowly fell down. She rotated like a butterfly shuttling in the wind, perched in his arms in the blink of an eye. She stretched out her hand to touch the bright yellow dragon robe he was wearing. When her fingertips touched the five-claw plate dragon on the dragon robe, she couldn't help smiling, "It's the best for you to wear the dragon robe. I want to look more, so as not to be robbed by other concubines to see it. I can't see it."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, touched it gently, and separated after a little water. His eyes were as gentle as water. "You made fun of me again. You toss me hard enough. How dare you have any other concubines?"

She looked at him, and her eyes were clear without a trace of impurities. "The emperor has three palaces and six courtyards. If I'm not here, there will be someone..."

"Do not say unlucky words. You still want to be my queen and join hands with me to see the world." He gagged her mouth with the hand of his hand, and his voice trembled a little. "There are countless famous doctors in various countries. Even if I walk all over the mountains and rivers, I will treat you."

"Does the fragrance just now smell good?" She avoided the topic just now, smiled faintly from her lips, and joked, "This is my newly developed incense, called 'engraved in the heart', but it seems to have failed. Its fragrance can't last. Now I want to change its name, 'forgotten love', okay?"

"I can't forget your..." He stared at her, and his arms couldn't help tightening again and again, as if she would die with the wind as soon as he let go. His face was still smiling, and he kissed the tears in her eyes.

On the sky, the thick clouds are getting heavier and heavier, pressing the eaves of the palace low, and the only remaining light of the string moon is also hidden in the clouds. She raised her head, and the mottled candlelight seemed to disappear, turning into a gloomy brown, losing most of her sight.

He was shocked in vain and felt the colder and colder body of the person in his arms. Looking at the violent ups and downs of her chest, it seemed to be a more turbulent sharp pain. She buried her head and clung closer to him, as if she were asking for the last warmth.

He said very slowly, very smoothly, even if his heart was almost broken, even if it was difficult for him to hear her weak breathing, even if he pleaded desperately, "Promise me not to drink Meng Po soup. We will be together in the next life, okay?"

She suddenly opened her eyes, with a pleasant smile on her lips, and answered him crisply: "This life is too tired. If there is a next life, I don't want it!"

It's lucky to meet you. If you really die like this, it's also sweet! The only breath left was fragmented, the sky was gradually bright, and a fragrance flashed through the air, and the wind roared. The curtains rolled up and fell, and the candles in the hall were finally extinguished, leaving only the new emperor choked and shouting, "Moer... Moer... Moer..."